Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Good news, bad news, hopeful news
First some good news. After 3 years of enduring the ravages of d^mn deer, the 3 prairie fire crabtrees that I planted at the same time as the Robinisons in the crab bed, are in full bloom this year! Sure you'll notice that all of the bottom branches have had to be cut off - all broken/ eaten by deer, but I guess (hope!) that the rest are now growing out of reach of the 4-legged plague. I really like how deep the color of the blooms are (compared to the Robinsons which are a decided light pink).
Notice the teeny weeny one on the right? That thing used to be twice as big, but now a mere shadow of itself due to deer. There are few branches left, but still, this year, somehow those buds were overlooked and are blooming away like the big guys. I call it - The Little Prince.
Now, for the bad news. Yesterday, around 11:00 am, I suddenly realized I was going to have another of those terrifying episodes of fizzing, weakness, panic, etc. I knew it was coming. I don't know how.... but it was. It's like if you were in a room and everything looked fine and then somehow, the light changed and things didn't 'feel' the same. That's what I felt. These episodes are like nothing else that I've had in the past - this isn't prickles/numbness, this isn't hunger/light-headedness. This was --- different. And scary. What the hell could these be? What?
I'm relatively smart. And lately, I've had to get smarter (as my doctors seem to be getting dumber). These episodes start from the middle of my head, move down my neck and then I'm in full fainty - abject fear mode. Now what....
I headed for the web. And found an answer. And it was terrifying. I may well be having hypoglycemia-induced seizures. Not enough glucose in my brain. Probably compounded by my continued dehydration problem (I'm drying out no matter how much fluid I get). Y'see, I give these symptoms to my GP and she wants me to see a shrink. I TOLD her I'm hypoglycemic. Did she react? Did she offer to do any glucose testing? Did she give a damn? No.
At the first 'hit' on the web, I ran and got some glucose tablets, chewed them down, then slurped down a Klondike bar while I continued to research. These spells sure read like seizures. (Don't panic. The glucose tablets went right to my blood/brain and, thankfully, reduced this current event to a minimum, though the 'hangover' from it lasted most of the rest of the day.)
Now the good news. While at the neurologist on Friday, I convinced him to refer me to an endocronologist. I WAS worried about my hypoglycemia and even though it was NOT in his bailiwick, he asked if I was fatigued? Hell yes! Okay, he referred me to an endocrinologist. How fortunate. By yesterday, however, I'd not heard from the endo people (and with this new discovery, I needed attention RIGHT NOW) so called over there to see when they were making my appointment based on the referral. "What referral?" You guessed it - no paperwork was ever sent. *FUME* I explained the situation and they set up an appointment and then I called the neuro people and got them to fax the referral. GOOD FRACKING GRIEF do I have to do everything?
So tomorrow (Thursday) should be busy. Not only do I have a Therapy evaluation for the cervical DDD in the morning, I have an appointment with the endocrinologist in the afternoon. Maybe now I'll get some answers - or help. Because I never knew (and it was never explained to me by my GP) that hypoglycemia is not just "oh eat something, you'll feel better". No! Without sufficient glucose in the blood and the very-demanding brain, you can have seizures! Or worse...
So tomorrow, hopefully, we'll take my endocrine system to the shop and have all those pesky little glands put up on the rack, so to speak. Because somewhere, something is very very out of whack.... Please, keep your fingers crossed that the 6th time (with doctors) turns out to be the charm. I'm so due for one!